fragile notions

a reminder of all 
   that is real, i profess 
     to know nothing of this eternal view

     outside with you, it is only you 
     i find comfort in

     in becoming, this whispered flowing freedom 
   beyond the mundane and sorry shadows 
of my invisible earthly diary 


of promises forgotten or forgiven, thrown to the skeleton of the wind
across our lips, the orange hosannas and hallelujahs of skin to skin 

and of this breathing that is touch, of this confusion that is chaos 
in this weave and tautness of living and dying within

Reviews

[Emily B]

i can't tell the difference between internal and external storms today, thinking of crawling in bed til the winds stop howling

maybe, i'll just hold on to words like these, maybe when the winds stop blowing i'll find myself in oz like that kansas girl

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

I got chills from this..the philosophy, the semantic rhythms and flow, the elegance, the grace, the subtleties. remarkable.

well done